Taoist Elder Brother

Taoist frost soaks old shirts Holding a long sword, standing on the top of the mountain When the beacon smoke rises, the mountains and rivers are in chaos. One shoulder bears all the calamities. There is no turning back from this point, just changing life and death lightly, Blocking the turbid waves, guarding the entrance, facing thousands of dangers alone, No words of resignation, no words of regret, living up to the teacher's expectations, The armor is soaked in blood and the bones are cold. I look at the old mountain for the last time. This battle is for Taoism, not for immortality, but for peace. The long sword split the sky and fought to the death, The heart of the Tao is burning, the spirit is broken, the body is dead and I don't regret guarding the world. The bones of heroes are buried in dust and smoke, and a tragic song is offered to heaven. The final battle, the world trembled, leaving a name in history that no one can return, This body returns to the dust, the sword shines in the cold for thousands of years, Dao Yuan Yue I'll never see you again, that senior brother from back then!